11-15-2011, 03:59 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player: As a player I used to be an extreme PvP'er, so when I found I had a knack and evidently, a passion for RP, it came as a bit of a...pleasant surprise. I tend to be a very jokey, but blunt player, not afraid to say whats on my mind. I do however, care a great deal about those close to me and their feelings. To outsiders, random people if you will, I would probably come across as a man of mixed emotions and personalities. At times I am loud, fun and extremely out-going, other times I am quiet, broody and I keep myself, to myself. Underneath the facade of Khristav Snitch lies a man shrouded in mystery, adventure and perhaps the most influential of all, a checkered past.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?: United Kingdom, England so of course, I speak extremely fluent English.
How did you get into Warcraft?: Well it all started about...6 years ago when I first found out about WoW and in an extremely short while, I became addicted. It was only after 4 years of hardcore PvP however, that I even considered RP when I was simply bored and looking for something to do, that I stumbled across a gem, a wonder the World...of Warcraft had to offer, RolePlay! I immediately became engrossed in ginormous story lines, interlinked with many different players and soon, I spent the majority of my free time (when not PvP'ing) RP'ing with my own Tavern in Stormwind, meeting and greeting new people. From then on, RP was my new favorite pass time.
What made you seek our server over others? (Or how did you find us?): A friend referred me saying there were, unlike most other servers, actual mature, friendly and skilled RP'ers lying dormant in wait of fame
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I personally enjoy relaxing roleplay with friends, usually adding in a little bit of travelling and a pinch of adventure, for me it makes for a nice cosy little day both in WoW, and real life.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?: My favorite race is by far a blood elf as they not only look cool, but they also have a very unique and interesting back story in the lore. They give me the aura of relaxation I so desperately crave. I also however, enjoy playing as a night elf as they give the same aura, without the unique back story which unfortunately I find a little dull
As for class, I enjoy playing a paladin in both PvP and RP as they provide a great deal of depth and room for maneuverability when it comes to creating a unique story.
What are your expectations of this server?: According to my good friend, this server has good, respectable RP'ers, and that is pretty much all I would want from a RP server.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Tolerance is most probably my favorite rule as I personally believe I have a lot of tolerance and I appreciate others who have the same. No good RP'er goes with having an open mind, as an open mind, leads to an open imagination.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
This is actually a piece of descriptive writing I did for a subject at College, it had to be a kind of...horror piece, hold on to your seats, this rides about to get...spooky
In a desolate, rural part of Pennsylvania, ancient, undiscovered tribesmen live in supposed peace, with their own rules and regulations. The Nethynsic tribe look just like your average laymen, but they are far from normal. Experts at keeping themselves hidden from prying eyes, the Nethynsics are the world’s oldest cannibalistic tribe. Here begins the story of the inevitable demise of the Sarfs, a happy family looking for a camping vacation from their busy lifestyles.
Melissa Sarf, the eldest of three siblings was furiously bashing away at her mobile phone. It was clear she did not want to be on this ‘road trip’, in fact, she found the idea of spending time with her family completely, and utterly revolting. You see Melissa wasn’t your normal 18 year old, she did not enjoy family outings, nor did she enjoy any form of outings, she would much rather stay in and watch horror films for the rest of her life, little did she know however, that she was about to witness horror, as she had never witnessed before.
Melissa finally raised her head for the first time in 3 hours as she noticed the mini-bus was tilting over to one side, she immediately panicked and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Whoa, whoa Melissa honey what’s wrong?!” her mother shouted from the passenger seat at the front of the van.
Melissa stopped her incessant screaming, and realised there was no tilting, they were simply pulling up to refill on fuel.
“Umm…I thought I saw something, never mind, what the hell are we doing anyway?! Where are we actually going?” said Melissa, trying desperately to change the subject from her embarrassing outburst just a moment ago.
“Ah Melissa you had us all worried! Never mind…come on everyone, get out, we are going for a little picnic!” said Melissa’s father in his cheery, fun loving voice that annoyed Melissa to no end.
A little picnic, would soon turn into a nightmare the Sarfs could never have imagined, for in the wilderness, lay the Nethynsics, the smell of fresh blood in their noses, for them, it was time to feast.
As the Sarfs began to eat on their yellow and white ‘happy blanket’, Melissa felt a tingle down her spine. She shivered and her head darted from side to side, she could sense danger, she could almost taste it.
Melissa’s heart was pounding, because in the trees, she saw blood, no she saw eyes, a whole bunch of crimson red eyes coming closer and closer. Before she could say a word 50 huge, muscly men were upon them, and all she could hear was the screams of her family, or her late family. She could feel herself being dragged away, kicking and screaming she witnessed her mother’s eyes being ripped out of their sockets; her legs were now dangling in the mouth of one of these monsters. The top of her father’s head was cut off, and three Nethynsics were poking and prodding out some of his brain, chewing on it with great delight. His screams was the last sound Melissa would take to her death, as now, she felt teeth grab her feet, then her legs, they her entire body was being ripped apart. 15 minutes of pure agony brought Melissa Sarf…to her death.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?: I'm sure once I get started on the server (hoping that I will be accepted of course) I will have a couple of questions, until then, clarity is my middle name !
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?: United Kingdom, England so of course, I speak extremely fluent English.
How did you get into Warcraft?: Well it all started about...6 years ago when I first found out about WoW and in an extremely short while, I became addicted. It was only after 4 years of hardcore PvP however, that I even considered RP when I was simply bored and looking for something to do, that I stumbled across a gem, a wonder the World...of Warcraft had to offer, RolePlay! I immediately became engrossed in ginormous story lines, interlinked with many different players and soon, I spent the majority of my free time (when not PvP'ing) RP'ing with my own Tavern in Stormwind, meeting and greeting new people. From then on, RP was my new favorite pass time.
What made you seek our server over others? (Or how did you find us?): A friend referred me saying there were, unlike most other servers, actual mature, friendly and skilled RP'ers lying dormant in wait of fame
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I personally enjoy relaxing roleplay with friends, usually adding in a little bit of travelling and a pinch of adventure, for me it makes for a nice cosy little day both in WoW, and real life.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?: My favorite race is by far a blood elf as they not only look cool, but they also have a very unique and interesting back story in the lore. They give me the aura of relaxation I so desperately crave. I also however, enjoy playing as a night elf as they give the same aura, without the unique back story which unfortunately I find a little dull
As for class, I enjoy playing a paladin in both PvP and RP as they provide a great deal of depth and room for maneuverability when it comes to creating a unique story. What are your expectations of this server?: According to my good friend, this server has good, respectable RP'ers, and that is pretty much all I would want from a RP server.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Tolerance is most probably my favorite rule as I personally believe I have a lot of tolerance and I appreciate others who have the same. No good RP'er goes with having an open mind, as an open mind, leads to an open imagination.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
This is actually a piece of descriptive writing I did for a subject at College, it had to be a kind of...horror piece, hold on to your seats, this rides about to get...spooky
In a desolate, rural part of Pennsylvania, ancient, undiscovered tribesmen live in supposed peace, with their own rules and regulations. The Nethynsic tribe look just like your average laymen, but they are far from normal. Experts at keeping themselves hidden from prying eyes, the Nethynsics are the world’s oldest cannibalistic tribe. Here begins the story of the inevitable demise of the Sarfs, a happy family looking for a camping vacation from their busy lifestyles.
Melissa Sarf, the eldest of three siblings was furiously bashing away at her mobile phone. It was clear she did not want to be on this ‘road trip’, in fact, she found the idea of spending time with her family completely, and utterly revolting. You see Melissa wasn’t your normal 18 year old, she did not enjoy family outings, nor did she enjoy any form of outings, she would much rather stay in and watch horror films for the rest of her life, little did she know however, that she was about to witness horror, as she had never witnessed before.
Melissa finally raised her head for the first time in 3 hours as she noticed the mini-bus was tilting over to one side, she immediately panicked and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Whoa, whoa Melissa honey what’s wrong?!” her mother shouted from the passenger seat at the front of the van.
Melissa stopped her incessant screaming, and realised there was no tilting, they were simply pulling up to refill on fuel.
“Umm…I thought I saw something, never mind, what the hell are we doing anyway?! Where are we actually going?” said Melissa, trying desperately to change the subject from her embarrassing outburst just a moment ago.
“Ah Melissa you had us all worried! Never mind…come on everyone, get out, we are going for a little picnic!” said Melissa’s father in his cheery, fun loving voice that annoyed Melissa to no end.
A little picnic, would soon turn into a nightmare the Sarfs could never have imagined, for in the wilderness, lay the Nethynsics, the smell of fresh blood in their noses, for them, it was time to feast.
As the Sarfs began to eat on their yellow and white ‘happy blanket’, Melissa felt a tingle down her spine. She shivered and her head darted from side to side, she could sense danger, she could almost taste it.
Melissa’s heart was pounding, because in the trees, she saw blood, no she saw eyes, a whole bunch of crimson red eyes coming closer and closer. Before she could say a word 50 huge, muscly men were upon them, and all she could hear was the screams of her family, or her late family. She could feel herself being dragged away, kicking and screaming she witnessed her mother’s eyes being ripped out of their sockets; her legs were now dangling in the mouth of one of these monsters. The top of her father’s head was cut off, and three Nethynsics were poking and prodding out some of his brain, chewing on it with great delight. His screams was the last sound Melissa would take to her death, as now, she felt teeth grab her feet, then her legs, they her entire body was being ripped apart. 15 minutes of pure agony brought Melissa Sarf…to her death.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?: I'm sure once I get started on the server (hoping that I will be accepted of course
) I will have a couple of questions, until then, clarity is my middle name !
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